...

For some reason, when Blue Bat was still the Nine disciples of the Black Holy See, Mu Bai did not hesitate at all during the dissection process, and he raised his hands and fell straightforwardly.

But when the blue bat's eyes were taken out this time, Mu Bai's hands were trembling.

Whenever I think of the fearless behavior of this judge member, I feel even more awe and guilt towards her.

The same is true for Mo Fan.

Why can't I detect the identity of the Blue Bat earlier?

Even if she pretends well enough to better penetrate into the Black Holy See, she can guess from her various behaviors.

"It's indeed a Chaos Crystal Ball, there must be quite important information inside." Zhu Meng was already unable to control his voice.

"I'll go and have a look now." Mu Bai said.

"I'll be with you." Zhu Meng quickly followed Mu Bai.

Mo Fan didn't follow.

Standing on this anatomical operating table, it was originally used by the school to dissect the corpse of a mountain man, but now there is a woman who makes Mo Fan feel extremely complicated.

There must be very important information in the eyes.

Mo Fan is very sure of this.

But Mo Fan wanted to take a closer look at the Blue Bat.

What is ashamed is that she doesn't even know what her real name is. Whether it is a blue bat or a sting, it can be said to be a code name.

"I also know that it's useless to say sorry to you now, but I really thank you for doing so much for us, and thank you for believing me so much." Mo Fan sat next to him and started to murmur to himself.

Mo Fan clearly remembered that the first time he saw Blue Bat was to invade Leng Jue to fight a group of Black Holy See personnel, and disguise himself as a blue-clothed deacon as a dying man.

At that time, the vulture was gnawing at its face.

Maybe she had known her identity for a long time, and she saw that her determination was so similar to her, so she believed in herself.

"I know there are traitors in the Judgment Association, or I'm hiding in the top."

"Don't worry, I'll find him!"

"The stings you left on the enemy..."

"We will definitely find it!"

Mo Fan did not believe in God. Because of his own experience, he only hoped to be a demon and to throw the beasts of the Black Holy See into hell one by one.

But at this moment Mo Fan hoped that he was a god for the first time.

Even if it is just a divine little skill that guides the dead into heaven.

...

Can send more evildoers to hell.

It is impossible to introduce a person who admires and respects from the bottom of his heart into Yuntian.

Mo Fan stayed here and said these words to Blue Bat because he was too late. I just hope she could leave peacefully.

I hope she will be completely free.

No need to wander alone and struggle between the Black Holy See and the Judgment.

At the same time, the death of the Blue Bat also proves how ridiculous the so-called belief theories that devilish people in the Black Holy See are.

As long as a person's heart is persistent, it will be pure from beginning to end.

The Blue Bat has reached the level of a disciple, and her heart has never been infected.

The determination to defeat the Black Holy See was not shaken at all!

For the first time, Mo Fan admired a woman so much, and vowed that he would never let down all the things she did!

...

Looking down from a high altitude, the thin clouds are slowly gathering towards the center, as if the painter is coloring his paintings little by little.

The Rehe River is the dividing line of this vast land. This end is withered old trees, dusty roads, and small factories full of waste materials.

On the other side, tropical plants are lush and lush. Railways and expressways reasonably shuttle through the woods, leading to Panluo City perpendicular to the Re River.

The clouds became denser and denser. A man who seemed to be no different from a homeless man stood at the surging hot river, looking at the lush garden world on the other side.

A hole in clouds appeared above his head.

At this moment, the clouds had already covered the entire sky above the Rehe River, gradually turning from white to gray.

As soon as the gray clouds appeared, the haze drove away the clear sun. The water in the hot river was no longer green, and it was splashed onto a truck of ink.

The hole was facing the head of the homeless man. There was no gap between clouds in the entire sky, and when he arrived, he formed a very standard oval, which seemed to have a pair of eyes of the sky, and needed to watch what was about to happen.

This day was the day of the National Open held by Ojos Saint Academy.

The stadium was also in Banluo City. Faced with such a sudden change, Banluo City, which was extremely lively, was suddenly cooled by the dark clouds and cold wind.

People also count on watching the gorgeous magical battle outside the Panluo stadium. In addition to the people from the Andes Federation, people from other countries and cities also rushed over...

An open magic showdown is still at a high level or above, which is not inferior to the World Cup!

People rushed into Panluo City excitedly and excitedly. It would be fine if Banluo City didn't take good care of it, but it also brought such a bad weather.

The city was flooded with violent demonic winds, and dust and plastic bags were always raised on the streets, and many trees and billboards were even more shaking.

"Doududududu!!!"

A can hit a car parked on the roadside, and the car suddenly made a harsh alarm.

The owner rushed out and thought there was a car thief, and roared angrily.

At the same time, a large group of high school students from Brazil were moving towards the competition field in an orderly manner under the guidance of their teachers.

They were one of the visitors schools invited by the Holy Academy of Ojos. The strong wind blew the girls' uniform skirts, so the boys kept laughing and the girls walked with their skirts in their arms.

"It's going to rain. It's probably rain clouds that are scraped from the Pacific Ocean. I don't know why I jumped over the Andes Mountains and came here." Someone from the newsstand on the side of the road poked his head and said.

"It's troublesome when it rains. Everyone hides from the rain, the cars keep honking, and they can't go to the competition site."

...

As soon as I looked up, raindrops with turbid colors fell down, densely spreading over the sky.

The moment the first batch of rain fell, the sky would be turned into a kaleidoscope by rain, followed by the sound of slapping on the ground, rustling like an oil pan.

The cold air suddenly attacked, and the wet and cold smell suddenly spread.

...

On the Banluo Grand Stadium, Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan and Mu Bai were leading nine of their Chinese camp representative students into the main field. Pauline, who was wearing a large etiquette dress at the front, had a smile on her face and a flag representing China in her hands.

The heavy rain poured down, hitting the tempered glass dome of the field above its head like a needle arrow.

The people inside were in a very high mood. After all, it was the National Open. They were on the scene, and all recorded items could not record magical images.

So watching the live game on TV and online is like watching a magic movie without special effects, a group of psychopaths.

Mo Fan's expression was extremely solemn at this moment.

rain.

It made the soul tremble involuntarily.

In the past two experiences...
Chapter completed!